[center][h1][b][color=lightblue][u]Cormag Ruunsten[/u][/color][/b][/h1][/center] 

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[color=lightblue]"Smart one, ain'tcha?"[/color] Cormag chortled as he watched the owl land on the last remaining tent. It was less a tent and more a canopy at this point, a tanned, off-white stretch of canvas with Imperial army insignia etched onto a side. It was wider than it was tall, and barely tall enough for Cormag to stand inside of, but it would offer shelter from the elements. It was dark out- and Cormag had the sense that give the state of the area around the town, attempting to enter Somerset in the middle of the night was practically asking for certain death. So he'd make camp here, and wait until the morning to approach the town, when there weren't shadows around every corner to potentially pounce at an unwitting ogre. 

[color=lightblue]"Don't suppose you'd be a friend and give me a hoot if you see anyone around, would ye?"[/color] Cormag asked the mysterious owl, [color=lightblue]"I'd shore appreciate it."[/color]

The Agni'lighten Owl hooted in reply.

Cormag peered out of the tent, picking up his fusilaxe and holding it at the ready as he began scanning the surroundings- but didn't see much as it was dark. He looked back up at the owl. [color=lightblue]"Was that' a 'Okay' hoot, or a 'I saw someone around' hoot?"[/color] Cormag questioned the bird, but the hoot he received in reply did little to dispel his confusion.

[color=lightblue]"Bah, I'm sure it'll be fine. Ferrus, keep a watch out."[/color] Cormag commanded the steel defender that had been resting atop the Ox's back. Steel defenders typically didn't need sleep, but Ferrus was, to be frank, lazy as hell, and often required direct orders to do anything. Still, the lazy defender sprung off the back of the Ox and stood in front of the tent's opening to keep watch. Lashing Gomie's lead around one of the few remaining tent posts, Cormag began unloading the ox and setting up camp.

About an hour later and the tent area was something resembling a living space again: A large bedroll and much of Cormag's equipment set inside, and a small fire just outside, a cooking pot situated above it letting off the aroma of cooked meat and vegetables. A small anvil and work table sat within the light of the fire. Cormag settled down in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth as the owl hooted once more.

[color=lightblue]"Is that a something's out there hoot, or are ye pulling my leg again?"[/color] Cormag questioned the owl as he picked up his fusilaxe once more.